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Maria Kirilenko demonstrates good technique in hitting a backhand during a second round doubles match at the 2006 US Open in New York.
The widescreen format made me think of a movie frame, hence the title.
More from the beautiful swell we just had here, which sadly ended today, there were still a few little ones creeping through as the sun went down, but the main act was finally over and now we wait to see that the North Atlantic has in store for us next.
And the 2nd photo blog from the weekend "YSHBHY - 2" has just gone live on soul-surfing.co.uk/. Some heavy waves, some nice walls, a lovely relaxed backhand turn, someone playing snooker out there, a couple of seagulls cruising the line-up and a few wipeouts, what more could you ask for :)
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A surfer raced across this left at Collaroy, he then launched and was able to land a very smooth backhand air reverse
A slightly low blow (backhand) from me caught J in the 'crown jewels'!
I had been saying to him that he was not guarding his right side and he was not leading with his right foot!!
But I didn't mean to get him there!!
Took him a couple of minutes to regain his composure and fight on!!
Screenshots from a bit of video taken today at The Station Gym in Sheffield at our Manor Knights Medieval Combat class!!
Jamie Loeb (USA) in action during her 6-4 6-4 First Round win over Viktoriya Tomova in the Fuzion 100 Trophy at Ilkley.
Malfoy snorted, startled by the stark resemblance in Ling's gaze to that of an old acquaintance. He was known as Kamaji, an infamous incubus who loved to bend the rules. Uncanny was an understatement when Ling's whole face was literally a female version of Kamaji's. It was like looking at him in an alternate universe. Malfoy stammered, blinking profusely. He started sweating like a hot lunch in Tupperware.
Malfoy: "K-ka-Kama..."
Ling: "Miss me with the apraxia you seven layer cesspit. Any inkling as to why I'm here? Who sent me? Hmm? You fecal fuck bag…"
Malfoy: "Kamaji?"
Ling jarred in angst at the sound of that name. Her body then reflexively hauled off with a backhand worthy of a pimp gawd. Malfoys billowed frame barreled along the side of his conference table. Now they were both shook but for two entirely different reasons.
Ling: "Muthafu… How the fu… Nah, because fucking with that soul sucking creatin means you are one of two things. Victim or accomplice. But learning what I now know of you...heh. Even he had enough decency to make you a victim. I can smell part of your tainted soul. It was all his doing wasn't it?"
Grinning from ear to ear Ling stalked Malfoy like they were in the Serengeti. He clung to the table for stability. Slowly scaling around its perimeter he tried to maintain a decent distance from Ling. Malfoy's tree trunks could barely keep his footing. She was on a panther prowl and he was the perfect prey. He whimpered in a last ditch effort to save his ass.
Malfoy: "Listen I've got money, body mods, police, lawyers and politicians in my back pocket! Whatever it is you need or want. I can make it happen. Just say the word and leave me in one piece. Please!!"
Ling: "That please was almost believable. I mean it gave your little monologue some razzle dazzle at least. But this shit, this shit right here, is purely business. Well maybe a little personal mixed with alotta karma. But it's judgment day either way. And believe it or not this has nothing to do with my sperm donor…"
Malfoy: "So then why the fuck are you here, exactly?"
Ling: "Ah...now that's the tone of the snake from the tape I watched. Majin was right, you are quite the actor Mr. Malfoy. Quite the actor indeed…"
Malfoy: "Ha so you're working for a sick fuck. All while trying to condemn me as such. This false sense of righteousness is rather entertaining, trivial at best."
Ling: "Takes one to know one right? Anyway, I'm indebted to the heartless shrew. He saved my life and gave me back the limbs I lost.”
Hearing Majin’s name, Malfoy’s eyes flared. His once petrified demeanor flipped, it was nothing short of demonic. Clearly Majin has made his fair share of enemies. And honestly it’s not hard to see why. Malfoy was hyperventilating, growling obscenities in Majin’s name. Ling rolled her eyes at him as she began hacking his security systems. Locking the doors to the room they occupied she sighed in sheer boredom. Ling’s obvious complacency triggered something inside Malfoy and he snapped. He began ranting while laughing hysterically.
Malfoy: “Listen bitch!!! You have no idea who you’re fucking with! That son of a bitch you call yourself working for will soon have someone after you. That rat bastard has a TRAIL of enemies and debts. He ALWAYS gets someone to do his dirty work. The way your FATHER fucked me is the EXACT SAME WAY Majin has fucked you!”
By the end of his rant, Ling was nose to nose with Malfoy. Spittle from his laughter lightly showered her face. She was utterly seething. Lard ass spoke nothing but facts, strike 1. He addressed Kamaji as her father, strike 2. The laughter spittle was strike 3 and it was over with. Grabbing his right arm she shattered his wrist in a failed attempt of trying to dislocate it altogether. He yelped for a second then grunted with a deep moan. His eyes lustful, pain only aroused him. The fact that Ling was inflicting said pain made it all the more tantalizing for him.
She then raised her leg stomping inward on his knee. Malfoy cried out as a crimson waterfall poured out over bone, shredded flesh and torn cashmere cloth. He toppled over screaming, laughing and moaning in intervals. As he rolled on his back his belly moved enough to expose the moist stain in his slacks. The man was a sick individual, a true masochist/sadist. He enjoyed receiving pain if he found you attractive and powerful. Otherwise he could only get off by inflicting pain on the weak and vulnerable. It took everything in Ling not to stomp on his testicals, mostly because it would only pleasure him. So she dug her heel into his broken leg instead.
Ling: “Malfoy old boy, your ways worked against you. Soundproof office, nobody can hear you scream. I’m gonna flambé that ass. See you in hell muthafucka!”
Ling pulled a small flask filled with acetone out of her cleavage. She poured it on Malfoy’s crotch. He squirmed trying to move away from the liquid as he realized her intent. His laughter halted, he then screamed in rage and terror. Ling lit a match on her ass, and had Malfoy’s chestnuts roasting on an open fire. She then quickly made her way to the nearest window. Making for a dramatic exit she sparta kicked her way out. The tempered glass shattered, falling like rain. Ling vaulted from the window, below layed a security guard impaled by glass. Malfoys blood curdling screams could finally be heard echoing outside the establishment. Smoke and the smell of burning flesh seeped into the main lobby. Security flew into action, their frenzy sent everyone into a panic.
Malfoy’s minions were hot on Ling's trail. Their footsteps, a mere millisecond behind hers. One got a hold of her coat so she began to strip out of her ensemble. Tossing garments left and right, she was nimble, she was quick. Ling’s tossed heel gouged out the eye of the man closest to her. She hopped over a jewelry case in one foul swoop, rendering her pursuers dumbfounded. And with that her movements became progressively more aggressive and impressive. Parkour was actually one of Ling’s specialties as was evasion.
Ling slid under an elderly man's legs, he flinched, losing his bowels in the khakis he wore. Colliding with the soiled old man, another guard bites the dust. Onlookers gasped and tried to scurry out of the path of chaos. Then over a little girl’s head she somersaulted, winking at her in assurance. The girl’s big doe eyes sparkled and her tiny jaw dropped watching Ling in action. Two men were closing in on Ling from both sides by this time. A vegetable stand stood between her and an open stairwell to salvation.
Vaulting through the stand she parted through the couple running it like the red sea. Ling had to think fast after crumpling to the floor in the hallway. Stairway up or apartment door straight ahead? With no time to think her foot slammed through the ground floor apartment door. Doesn't seem like anyone was home. Ling burst through the window at the back of the building. Her body spilled out onto the ground exhausted. Soon ling was in an empty alley with nowhere to go but up. Wall kicks and pull ups were her best friends in this scenario. Frantic footsteps were closing in from behind. Up she went clawing, pulling and digging her toes in. She leapt onto the rooftop adjacent to the gutter pipe she clung to.
Peering over the edge of the building she could see the men doing recon of the area. They were making assumptions on her whereabouts. One reiterated how their boss wanted Ling captured alive. She sent a signal for her ride as she backslid down the wall breathless. Ling’s car hovered onto the roof, she crawled in setting it to autopilot. Her GPS spouted an address in the quaint town of Dermount. ETA was about three and a half hours, so plenty of time to rest and recharge. This target was quite eventful and it was only the first one. It will only get more boisterous from here…
Batman greets Joker and his henchmen in their lair after wiping out their plans to take over Gotham's surfing scene.
Partida entre Elizabeth Mandlik (USA) e Laura Pigossi (BRA)) pelas oitavas de final, durante o WTA 250 SP Open 2025, no Parque Villa Lobos, em São Paulo.
Match between Elizabeth Mandlik (USA) and Laura Pigossi (BRA) in the Round of 16 of the WTA 250 SP Open 2025, at Parque Villa-Lobos, in São Paulo.
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#wta #spopen #tenis #esporte #ação #saque #raquete #rede #voleio #quadra #wta250 #duplas #simples #villalobos #torneio #atleta
Lighting: Main: 48" octabox to camera left, strip lights rear left and right of subject; strip light as hair light.
4 year old Teodora hitting #backhand #tennis #sport #etennisleague #lovetennis #tennisplayer #tennisleague
video taken from eTennis League YouTube channel : goo.gl/XbZwPu
The veteran Spanish player pictured on Centre Court in his Round One game against Michail Kukuskin, who retired after a 6-0 thrashing in the first set.
Images of 19 year old Anett Kontaveit from Estonia on her way to winning the Aegon Eastbourne Trophy.
Anett beat Russian Alla Kudryavtseva 7-6, 7-6 in a close, fluctuating final.
Rafael Nadal defeated Alexander Zverev 6-7(8), 6-0, 7-5 in the 4th round of the 2016 BNP Paribas Open in Indian Wells, California.
A little sun briefly illuminates the inner side of the Devil's Gate curve (which doesn't get a lot of sunlight at all, at this time of year). Eritrea, Dec 2014
Nunchuk's surprise attack is met with another surprise in the form of a strike from Shadow Tracker's bolo! The blow sends the Joe ninja backward as the jungle once again echoes with Shadow Tracker's deep laughter!
High hopes for this Argentinian tennis star comeback didn't materialize during the 2016 Miami Open. Injuries is the major pitfall of almost all professional athletes.
I'm glad I could capture this interesting two-handed backhand volley picture of this wonderful player during the earlier tournament rounds.
This is Juan Martín Del Potro,from Argentina, during the Second Singles Round on Day 5 at the Miami Open presented by Itau international tennis tournament, at Crandon Park Tennis Center in Key Biscayne, Miami, Florida, USA on March 25th, 2016.
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